“I’m fine,” Yolanda smiled, “As long as everyone enjoys the breakfast I made, I’m good.”

With that, she pretended to notice Attlee for the first time, smiling and saying, “Morning, Dad. I’ve cooked up some grub for you and Mom. You haven’t tasted my culinary skills since we got back home.”

Attlee was originally ticked off, thinking his daughter was sleeping in. But seeing her being so dutiful and considerate now, he felt a pang of guilt and shame.

Such a good daughter, so what if she slept in?

He’s been too petty.

been through tough times, and her ability to read between the lines was

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her apron as she spoke: “I’ve been able to cook since I was five. When my foster mom used

hadn’t realized she started learning to cook at

afford meat, so I’d cook up different veggies for her. Sometimes I’d give her my share of the meat because I was just

ached

and saw Yoli cooking and sharing her childhood stories, gave her a

if to say, “Well done, girl! Look at your father; he’s about to

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